💝My Sweet Heart💝
Written by, Rejoice
… Valerie’s POV (continues …
“Aunty Valerie.” He said just as he got to where I stood.
His face down.
I shut my eyes, making sure I don’t remember what just happened few minutes ago.
I opened it and saw him staring at me.
“Aunty Valerie. Is. There. Something. In. Your. Eyes?” He asked.
I narrowed my eyes at him, “Nothing. Why did you asked.”
He faced down again,“Because your. Eyes. Were. Closed.” He said.
He won’t just get it.
He’s nothing but a weirdo.
I walked pass him.
“Come with me.” I said and he did.
I got into the guest room, the ensuite door was wide open.
I walked over and went in.
“This is where you stand.” I said to him, as I stood there.
“This is called shower.” I said.
“And this, is where you turn the shower on and water will pour on your body from up there.” I said, making my english very simple and understandable.
He nodded, grinning.
“You turn the tap like this, and turn it this way to turn off the water.” I said.
He nodded again.
“Aunty, Let me do it.” He said happily and came forward before I could say ‘Jack’
I shifted back to avoid him brushing on my body.
He’s just too dirty.
He stood at the centre I had told him and the next thing, he tried to pull of his shirt.
“Wait. What are you trying to do?” I asked.
He stopped. He had rolled the shirt almost to his head..
And I could see the really fair flat stomache and a lil bit hairy chest.
I saw more than that minutes ago, I don’t wanna think about it..
But why’s he so fair and look sort of… like an half-caste?
He has cute brown eyes.
He pouted his lips. “I want to. bathe.” He said.
I flipped my eyes wide open.
“In my front?” I half yelled.
I was just too astonished.
He nodded confusely.
Like he sees no wrong in that.
I inhaled,.“Go on, have your bathe. Goodnight.” I said and left the room.
Jesus Christ! Save me.
I went back to my room and I was more than glad he didn’t show up for the one hour I spent working on the files.
Finally, I was done. I placed the papers back into the file, and closed up my laptop.
I placed them ontop the beside-table and then I switched off the lights. Put on the bed-side lamp and then layed my head on the pillow, pulled the duvet over my body and slept off..
**Even though I thought a little about what happened then**
You know what it is.
The shattering noise filled my ears, waking me up from my sweet sleep.
I quickly sat up and rubbed my eyes.
I got down from the bed and rushed out of my room.
The noise seem to have come from the kitchen.
I rushed to the kitchen to see Joy back on me, he was kneeling down, and was hurriedly pushing broken pieces of what I could guess was a cup) under the kitchen cupboards.
He didn’t notice my presence. Cos his back was on me as he hurriedly kept pushing them under the cupboard.
I stood at the door and watched him with keen interest.
And I noticed the pajamas really fit him well enough.
It was always big on me
His dada fell all down his shoulder.
Why don’t he just pack them up?
But wait, what was he doing here?
And why did he broke the cup?
How did he even find out the kitchen is here?
And is he trying to escape what he did ny pushing the broken pieces under the cupboards?
He think I didn’t hear the noise?
“Aaiii!” A sharp yell from him made me flinch.
He brought up his head and Im sure a piece must have pierced his hand.
He held his right hand with his left and that was when he turned to maybe take a look at the door,
“Hu!” He jumped when he saw me standing there.
He looked with teary eyes at me, then at his injured hand, then back at me.
He then pouted his lips like a child who is about to burst into a cry.
“Will. You Forgive. Me?” He said, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“Why are you here?” I asked him.
He looked at his finger, then back at me.
“It’s paining me.” He said.
“If you weren’t here, it wouldn’t have happened. So why are you here?” I said.
He looked down at the remaining broken pieces then up at the counter, before turning back to me.
I stared at him.
“I. I. wanted. To. Wash. The cup and. The. Tray.” He said.
I shook my head, “But I thought I told you not to!” I said.
“So why did you left the bed you were supposed to be sleeping on?” I asked.
“To. Was. The. Cup and the Tray.” He repeated.
I sighed and walked over to the fridge, making sure I don’t step on the broken pieces.
He turned over to face me.
Still kneeling down.
“I’m. Soorry.” He said.
I ignored him and took out a bottle water and a glasd cup to take water.
“Aunty Valerie Im. Sorry naaww.” He said almost in tears.
“Aunty Valerie im sorry.” He continued as I drank the glass of water and poured more.
He continued and I got fed up.
“It’s okay. Im not. upset with you okay?” I said.
He smiled and I saw that dimple again, but this time around, on his right cheek.
“Arsh.. Thank You. Aunt–” I cut him short.
“Joy, Just call me Valerie okay?” I said.
He shook his head in a ‘No’
“Are you so stubborn too?” I asked, kinda upset.
He shook his head.
“Then call me Valerie. I don’t want the ‘Aunty’ You are older than me if I should guess.” I said.
He looked at me with wide eyes.
“Am I?” He asked.
I chuckled at his question.
He doesn’t even know if he’s older than me or not.
I bet he doesn’t know is age.
God! what caused this?
Im certainly sure this guy wasn’t born this way!
“Aishhh.” He cried, holding his finger and showing it to me.
His middle finger was bleeding.
“You see what you caused for yourself? Why did you had to do push the pieces under the cupboards. Now you have hurt your finger.” I said.
“I. Don’t. Want. You. To. Beat. Me.” He said.
Why will I beat someone as old as this?
God. This is hilarious.
“Is it paining you?” I smirked at him.
“Come with me.” I said and he did.
“I got a firstaid box. Actually im a d…” A thought restrained me from finishing my statement.
What’s his business with my profession.
We got the sitting-room and I told him to sit on the three sitter couch.
He did and I walked to a far side of the sitting room to bring out the first aid box.
I did and walked back to him.
I bent in front of him as I opened the first aid, took out a medicated spirit and a cotton wool.
He flinched and hide his hand immediately he saw the two things.
Then he began shaking his head, making his dada to fall across his face, and making him look like some cute little puppy.
Im wondering why he have no beard.
“Bring out your hand Joy. If you want it to stop paining you then you’ll need this on it.”I said.
But he was still hiding his hand..
“It. is Painful.” He said pouting his lips again.
I sighed, “Fine.” I said and made to stand but he held my wrist.
“I. Want. it. Now..” He said in a pleading way and brought out his hand.
I sighed and took out the the spirit and cotton wool.
I held his hand and applied it on the bleeding finger.
He let out a low yell.
“Aishh.. It’s. Painful.” He cried.
“Sorry. Itwill make it heal in no time.” I said and then I cut out a bandage and tied it around his hand.
It was good now.
“Thank. You. Aunty–” I shot him a glare and he faced down.
I stood up and carried the firstaid.
“Go to back to your room. Dont go to the kitchen again.” I said.
“The. The broken cup. Under. The. Cupboards.” He asked with his face still down
“Leave that till morning.” I said and walked out.
Heaven knows how happy I was when I slept off and nothing, I mean ‘Nothing’ woke me up again till the next day.
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